Like a window opening from birth to death upon a world we all must leave, we find the front, back or patio door, or crawl or vault through the frame, to enter a garden, a city, a wasteland, a war, a field, a river, a travesty, and therein all loves and enmities to participate – in a world. But at some point we must return through one of those doors, or shimmy the frame, back to the house of our bodies slowly becoming a shack, soon a pyre, to bid goodbye to all doors, windows and worlds, but -- the great interim! May we wake to see through to gratitude for our awareness? Gratitude that we can perceive & rise briefly above survival, see into each other’s eyes, past the glass into love, play music, and rebel so as to create, to give -- since we leave all behind -- even the sunlight of our vision ...
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 16:15:56 +0000